I haven't seen anything going on in this forum in awhile, I've decided to start writing. anybody is free to interject at any point, i only ask no inner monologue. the protagonist is the daughter of death, she was conceived on a night when death walks among the living. conceived October 1979, born in October 1980, Liliana Lenore Morte came into the world at a price paid in blood. Miss Morte grew up in an orphanage, it was a hard existence growing up. Miss Morte has been rail thin all her life with pale skin and jet black hair that seems to contrast, making both even more extreme in light. if she so wishes; she can be invisible to camera's, siphon life from others (though she loathes to do this) and "ever lasting" youth as she still looks in her early twenty's. although jaded and a sociopath, Miss Morte has her own standards of morals that she try's to live up to.

lenore awoke to a feeling of dread, she looked over at jhon asleep next to her. he was snoring lightly, still healthy. lenore cuddled up next to him to fight the terrors of her dreams that she couldn't quite remember. jhon had been a bright color in her otherwise dull and apathetic life, and she would hold him for as long as she could.they had only been together for three years, but it had been the best of her life. lenore loved him so, but knew she had to let him go sooner or later. jhon wanted children and she was barren, not that there was anything physically wrong with her, but the darker half of her biology wouldn't allow for her to give life. of course she had tried before, but life never comes from death. how lenore came to be was still a mystery, and so probably being sterile was for the best. jhon had been upset lately because lenore was still using birth control, but she already knew the outcome and didn't want to go through that pain again. jhon didn't understand , and never would.

before the sun rose, lenore quietly slipped out of bed and got dressed. lenore quickly left his apartment to head home, she grabbed rolls and some butter as she headed out the door. the sky had started to turn purple as the earth slowly turned to the sun once more, holes that were poked in the ether so long ago were being filled with the blazing of our sun. lenore felt the chill of the morning as her breath misted in the air on her hurried way, the stillness of sleep and quiet was her favorite time of day. jhon would wake in a couple of hours for work, she needed to go home and sleep. for whatever reason she felt a foreboding of things to come, maybe it was the fact that the closer she got home it seemed to get colder. as she finally came to her house, it felt like the light was being forced away and yet it felt like home.

lenore opened her front door and walked carefully inside. a voice rang out clear in the early morning air "would you hurry up?", it sounded sweet and petulant all at the same time. walking into the living room, lenore see's a vary pale male with a suit that might be worth more than what she owned in her apartment."who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" lenore asked incredulously. "my name is francisco de lioncort, i am in your house because you are breaking the rules. dating humans unless you are planing to turn them is forbidden. as we can tell you have been going out for three years, oh facebook is such a marvelous thing." he stood as though the air itself wanted him standing, he strode toword her easily saying " as we speak he's being taken care of, and you'll be boxed for a century". lenore was so confussed, no time to think and ajust to what was going on. lenore stepped back stuttering "i dont know who or what you think i am but i have-". francisco dashed in front of her before she could react putting a single finger to her lips to silence her. "so your just a human, it matters not now" francisco turned her head to the side and dug his suddenly appearing fangs into her neck and forcing her windpipe closed with the rest of his mouth, all lenore could manage was an eep before her throat was forcefully shut with blinding speed. as francisco was draining her, lenore started to feel alive, as though pulling the life out of her was dredging up something deep within. lenore with delicate arms as though to embrace him held his back and cradled his head to her neck, giving what was being pulled freely to him. oddly as though something were wrong francisco tried to release her but found himself locked into place, the taste that was at first sweet as per normal is now ripe as the foulest rot. feeling him self weakening as the dank substance is being forced in rather than himself imbibing, with what strength he had left threw himself to the floor as francisco knew immediately he could not stand. francisco felt his stomach rumble as he threw up all over the cheap beige carpet, the puke was beyond putrid as though the pitch was somehow congealed blood of the long dead. rolling over as to not lay in tar way to thick to be washed out of his fabulous attire, he stared in stricken awe at the feeble women from which he'd been fed like a child. the smile and pupils wide as cheshire cat himself finding new pray, francisco could do nothing but wonder wildly as he watched lenore get down on all fours and craw seductively towards him knowing her next touch meant death! vainly francisco put up a forestalling hand, whispering with strength that seemed to ebb freely from him "WAIT!".

....................................................................................................................................as an aside, i would love some feedback for those who might be reading as i dont know if anybody is. anybody?

lenore feeling herself come back to her senses stood towering over the cowering cretin, "wait for what?" lenore whispered with venom. francisco said " i can save him, and we will leave you alone... just let me use my phone please!", lenore announced as if to no one in particular when she started walking to the door, " jhon will be fine when i reach his house and my house will be ick and trash free, otherwise i will go looking for those responsible." lenore strode confidently out of her home and back over to jhon's house. even though it was way past when she would normally be asleep, lenore was bursting with energy even though she is mentally exhausted. arriving at jhons house, a black SUV with tinted windows pulled out from behind the structure.

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wnxcogboy wrote:lenore feeling herself come back to her senses stood towering over the cowering cretin, "wait for what?" lenore whispered with venom. francisco said " i can save him, and we will leave you alone... just let me use my phone please!", lenore announced as if to no one in particular when she started walking to the door, " jhon will be fine when i reach his house and my house will ick and trash free, otherwise i will go looking for those responsible." lenore strode confidently out of her home and back over to jhon's house. even though it was way past when she would normally be asleep, lenore was bursting with energy even though she is mentally exhausted. arriving at jhons house, a black SUV with tinted windows pulled out from behind the structure.

lenore walked calmly into the apartment to jhons room, everything was silent except for grunting and soft rustling behind his bedroom door. it was just the same as she left it except colder as if the ac had been left on all night. the door was slightly ajar though she didnt leave it like that, pushing on the door even the hinges made no noise as if they had been oiled recently, lenore crept in quietly peeking around the edge hoping beyond hope that everything was fine. jhon was turned in the blankets bunched around him while he was sweating heavily, the pillow under him seemed soaked in sweat. "jhon?" lenore called, cautiously lenore walked over and touched him gently on the arm and he was burning up, jhon was sticky? at lenore's touch jhon rolled over and groaned into his pillow as though the touched caused hi pain, lenore recoiled quickly not sure if he was awake or not. " he's dying in a manner of speaking" a voice of black velvet whispered fro behind her, lenore spun quickly throwing her hands out in defense but finding no one there and hands free of purchase. "so im going mad" lenore said looking back yearnful at jhon, " i promise you are not my dear, but if you truly care for this man, end him while he is of the living." the voice said from behind again but there was no point in turning around. "why must he dye?" lenore wondered aloud "jhons never hurt anyone, how do i even know this is right. i dont even know what to do!". "lye in bed with him and hold him, call 911 and tell them he's dying. put the phone on the side table and pull him into yourself, be strong for him" the voice cooed. nothing would happen if she was just crazy, so lenore followed the instructions of the voice in her head. crying lenore talked to the dispatcher "no i dont know cpr, and we dont use drugs. he's dying and i dont know what to do!" sobbing lenore flung the phone across the room hearing " calm d-" before it the dresser. lenore climbed into bed with jhon and while she sat up put his head to her lap facing her, jhon who had been burning up seconds before was slowly becoming still and cold, lenore put her hands through his silky black hair combing it down. lenore's tears were streaming down her face and tapping lightly against jhons mouth and cheek, feeling him shake beneath her lenore kissed his lips one last time till jhon moved no more. his lips were soft and wet from tears and sweat with sweet musk, lenore leaned back staring at him through blurry vision. lenore blinked hard to clear her eyes and thoughts of this insane affair, when she opened them lenore was looking at jhon starring at her through bloodshot eyes.

i love feedback, anybody reading please pm me on what you think... i have several idea's on how i want the story to go, but im conflicted on how long it would take to get to certain places i want the story to be.

Lenore awoke in the sea beneath the tide, feeling crushed by the weight of the ocean and knowing only darkness behind her she swam ever upward as the salt of the water burned her eye's. straining against the undertow her lungs felt as though they might explode as Lenore pushed even harder to breach the surface, her arms and legs felt as lead weights though the world were on her shoulders. reaching to the heavens she knew must be somewhere above her hand shot free of the tides grasp, with one last concerted effort of her whole body moving in tandem came free of the depths which came so close to consuming her. Lenore coughed dryly when trying to refill her lungs with much needed air. Lenore felt sea sick as if her body was still moving, lurching in the waves, but it wasn't so. beneath Lenore lay grass and moist earth, rain falling gently washed the grime from her face as she lay half way out of the hole from which she just made. in the distance Lenore could make out the skyline of the city she knew so well. defeated she cried "if nothing matters, it wont matter tomorrow either."